--------My strings beats upon the chestMy chest beats upon the heartMy heart beats upon the bloodMy blood doesn't flow to my brain,I can tell because I'm getting cold,I haven't lived and I'm feeling oldAnd when I talked to her she said no.My brain beats upon the pillow,My pillow beats upon the bed,My bed beats upon the oceanAs she drifts away from me,As I float into the sea,As she is fading into the light,As day turns into night.